Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Eighteen (Part Three)

Mark grinned, high fiving Phil, and took his place behind Jenna like a tagteam wrestler. Mark grabbed her by the hips, pulling her back until she was bent over the bench again, her ass in the air. He lined up his c*ck with her sore, used a*shole, and without any preamble, slammed back into her.

"F*ck," she gasped, the pain and pleasure mixing together into a white-hot cocktail of sensation.

"Yeah, that's it. Take it like a good little sl*t." Mark grunted, his hips smacking against her ass with each thrust.

Jenna's eyes were squeezed shut, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white. But she didn't fight them anymore. Instead, she focused on the feeling of Mark's c*ck filling her up, the way it stretched and burned her insides.

As Mark f*cked her mercilessly from behind, Phil stepped closer, his c*ck already hard again from watching the depraved scene unfold. He grabbed her head, forcing her to look at him as he pushed his c*ck back into her mouth.

"Look at me," he said, his voice gruff and commanding. "You're going to swallow everything I give you."

Jenna's eyes widened with horror, but she had no choice. She took him in, the taste of Mark's c*m still fresh on her tongue.

"That's right," Mark grunted, his thrusts growing more forceful. "Take his c*ck like the good little sl*t you are."

The two of them moved in sync, their rhythm punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh and the wet sounds of Jenna's body being used. She could feel herself stretching around Mark's c*ck, her a*shole burning from the abuse.

"You like that, don't you?" Mark whispered, his hand coming down to rub her cl*t roughly. "You like being our little f*ck toy."

Jenna's body responded again, her p*ssy clenching around his c*ck. She wanted to hate the feeling, wanted to despise the pleasure they were forcing from her.

"Mmhmm," Phil grunted, his eyes glazed with lust. "You're going to swallow every drop."

He grabbed her hair, pulling her back and forth as he f*cked her mouth, his hips slamming into her face. She could feel her jaw ache, her throat tightening around him as she gagged.

And then, with a groan, Mark came, his hot c*m spurting into her ass, filling her up. Jenna's body convulsed around him, another orgasm ripping through her.

The two of them high-fived over her back, laughing like they'd just scored the winning point in a game.

"Now it's my turn," Phil said, his voice thick with need.

He pulled out of her mouth, and she gasped for air, her eyes watering.

They didn't bother with foreplay this time. Phil simply lined up his c*ck with her abused p*ssy and shoved it in, his movements fast and rough. Jenna's body tensed, her eyes rolling back in her head as she tried to process the pain.

"Look at her," Mark said, his voice a mix of amazement and amusement. "She loves it."

But Jenna didn't love it. She hated it, hated them, hated the way her body was responding. But she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her, couldn't stop her hips from moving back to meet Phil's thrusts.

"That's it," he grunted. "Take it like a good girl."

The words echoed in Jenna's mind, fueling a fiery mix of anger and humiliation. Her body was not her own, a mere plaything for their amusement. Yet, the feeling of Phil's c*ck pounding into her was undeniably intense, pushing her to the brink of another unwanted climax.

Her p*ssy was slick with a mix of her own juices and Mark's c*m, making it easier for Phil to slide in and out of her with ease. Each thrust brought a new wave of pain, but she was powerless to resist the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to drown her. She gritted her teeth, trying to keep her moans to a minimum, but they slipped out, betraying her body's traitorous response.

Suddenly, Phil pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and used. He stepped back, his c*ck glistening with her arousal.

Phil knelt behind her, spreading her legs wider apart. He took his time, savoring the moment. He licked her from cl*t to a*shole, tasting her thoroughly, making sure she was wet enough for his liking.

"Please," she murmured, though she wasn't sure if it was a plea for mercy or for more.

He chuckled darkly, ignoring her protest. "You're going to take me again, sl*t."

Without warning, he plunged into her, filling her up again. Jenna's eyes watered as she felt her a*shole stretch to accommodate him. The pain was unbearable, but she knew she had no choice.

Mark's c*ck was deep in her throat, making it difficult to breathe. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. His hand was in her hair, holding her in place as he used her mouth like it was his own personal f*ckhole.

The room was spinning, and she was lost in the sensation of being used by these two men. They had taken control of her body and her will, and she couldn't fight them anymore.

As Phil began to build up speed, she felt her body tense once again, the beginnings of another orgasm threatening to consume her. She hated herself for it, but she couldn't stop the way her a*shole tightened around him, the way she moaned around Mark's c*ck.

The smack of skin on skin grew louder, the room was filled with the sounds of their grunts and her muffled cries. The scent of s*x was thick in the air, mixing with the sweat and musk of the three of them.

"Oh, f*ck," Phil groaned, and she knew he was close. She braced herself, her body already aching and used, but she knew they weren't done with her yet. They had plans to use her until she couldn't take anymore.

And as Mark's c*ck hit the back of her throat, she swallowed around him, feeling his warmth fill her mouth. Phil's thrusts grew erratic, and she felt him pulse inside her, his c*m filling her a*shole as he came with a groan of triumph.

They both pulled out, leaving her trembling and spent. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her hair matted to her face. She collapsed onto the bench, her legs giving out beneath her.

"Good job, sl*t," Mark said, patting her on the back like she was a pet that had performed a trick.

Jenna didn't respond. She couldn't. She was too lost in the haze of pain and pleasure - the unbearable weight of what they'd done to her - and too overwhelmed by the depravity of the situation.

They left her there as she shook and trembled with humiliation, and gave her ass a few appreciative spanks as they yanked their jeans back up and left.

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